Tiny Dancer in Your Hands

Winter just isn't my season. I lost big all winter long, and with Spring just around the corner Im so ready to claim some wins! My nudity on here was misinterpreted as sexual behavior and I would very much like to explain myself for those who were offended.
   I was raised mostly by three cats and two dogs. The dogs were both my mothers, Java, a chocolate Labrador and Ashley a black Labrador. I had two brothers Cosmo a Russian Blue Long Hair and Coconuts, an apple head siamese. Orange Head, a pale orange striped tabby was my father. They never wore any clothes. Even when I tried to wrap them in my grandmother's silk scarf collections for modesty, they tore them off in disdain! We spent summers wandering the forest to the lake in just our fur. My mother's taught me to swim across the lake, my father's taught me to stalk prey and worship the sun. They never told me I was supposed to be ashamed of my body parts! I simply didn't know! They never told me to hide away in secret, my pride in my figure. They always carried themselves exactly as they were and I didn't catch on that humans were supposed to cover their bodies because other humans see nudity and sex as the same thing. I learned it too late when my ex mother on law yanked up my low cut top and exclaimed, "You leave nothing for your husband, you "tartlet", how is he supposed to find you special now?" Ahhh, I see my body is for the secret coveting of thy husband.. Well that didn't last! Anyways, please forgive me Patreon, I'm just a dumb animal trying to raise money to keep my rescue horses well fed, their hooves trimmed on time every six weeks, and lay for the training of the two wild ones, and occasionally some medical bills and fuck tons of organic carrots.
  I did have human parents, but they didn't live together yet and when I was just one year old they opened an art gallery together which took up all their time. They let me dance in their big bay windows to draw in customers and kill my incessant hounding "Is it 6 o clock yet? Is it 6 o clock yet? Is it 6 o clock yet?". The passerbys would gather at the window as I danced dramatically in my tutu slip to Emmy Lou Harris, Patty Griffin, Steve Earle, and my favorite Patsy Cline, shamelessly singing along with all my passion and all my volume! I stared for hours at the beautiful women painted by John Waterhouse, Maxfield Parish and Botticelli and Klimt. How wonderful these women must be to have someone admire them so dearly that they would put such effort into painting them. Living at an art gallery meant I had endless art supplies, and I knew what work it must be to paint these naked ladies because I had tried to paint them too, and the comparison was debilitating. I loved the attention I got while dancing and singing sad love songs in the windows of the gallery. I felt important, interesting and worth the attention. It helped my parents make money to buy dinner in a restaurant every single night, though they mostly spent it on wine. I've realized as an adult alcohol is a most expensive luxury that holds little interest for me. So that's all this is, just a childhood experience I've patterned into my adult life. Im dancing, in windows, naked like my animal parents, in bars, in gang clubhouses, in nightclubs, in grocery stores, in my house, in my little shed, in the horse pasture, in the redwood forest, mostly in the sand on our beautiful beaches, and always right here in your hand. I don't have a menacing thought in my head about it, I just do what I do and Im glad it interests you enough to help me save the happy naked animals!
  Your tiny dancer,
Suzette!